Both perfect Head and betrayal Feign immorality My allegiance to the distants Is like smiling Squatting naked Over the mirror Witha sh** Smear moustached lip, And two fingers In my a** Our longing need Sorting and desires Renegotiating. my own Joan of arc's bones kicked Around- Unwound spine And fingered eyes, Found nothing To lose is all we have And shame our finest luxury But when we say we As in all of us Arent we really just asking All of who and who is we? And why cant this we stop all this bl**jobishness?